Thoughts from a life of musing, praying, observing, and writing

It is an eerie and unsettling feeling to wait for a storm. One can prep—and we have. One can pray—and I have been. And then, one waits. Waits for the trees to bow from one side to another. Waits for the winds that want and will create free passage. Waits for the rain to come…

It is no great secret to anyone who reads my posts via whatever means that I find great pleasure in going to the Halifax Seaport Market on as many early Saturday mornings as I am able. What happens there, the good that comes from steeping my senses in that ferment of sound, colour, and texture,…

Annie Dillard wrote that we are here to give voice to our astonishments… I am also reminded of the voice recounting T.S Eliot´s Journey of the Magi who asks the person listening to the travelogue, …but set down/this set down/This:… Both of these are calls to remember, to record, the Important, the Significant. And, just…

I texted a friend this evening after watering the flowers in the front of our house… “I hope I never get too old to enjoy the fact that rainbows appear in the water spray…” The other day, I was working on the fifth floor of the local public library, looking out over an apartment building…

After a dozen years at a different site…www.consider-lilies.blogspot.com, something new was needed: fresh soil with new nutrients that will help what is planted here to flourish and bloom. The field will be thin at first, as was the other. I ask your patience while things take root and begin to fill in. May it be…

I woke up singing ‘Galileo’ by the Indigo Girls. This was followed by eating my breakfast alongside our seemingly despairing cat (read: SNOW JOB…) and brushing her into into peace once again. I dressed, cleaned up after a family staying downstairs, and went out to go for a walk through the Public Gardens. Passing the…

Toni Morrison 18 February, 1931-5 August, 2019 We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives. —Toni Morrison— Thank you for your language. The measure you shared is an everlasting gift. There is another star added to the galaxy, or perhaps even more…

There is a sound…a sound that opens my being and inhabits my bones for a while…and when that sound…meets a mood…and that mood meets a way to write…the lines fall out a certain way…like a picture of what I feel. “Nina Simone” by Stanley Chow Tea with Nina Simone Singer woman with a lived-in…

A couple from Ireland stopped in front of where I was seated on a bench, having lunch in the shade at the Public Gardens. “That looks absolutely amazing…,” they said to me of my meal. I looked up at them. “Honestly, it is…Every single thing about it is divine. The juice, the colour, the taste,…

I Carry Vacation with Me My brain needs space to rest and roam; my heart needs room to feel. A book in hand is a key to a place where ‘away’ becomes the real. Wizards, mansions, and moors and trains; detectives, urchins and spies, this and that and now and then and here and there,…